Gently carried on the wind to forbidden fields, Flowers of the deepest red. As the rays slowly descend, The contrast is revealed of dark red dust on deadened blades. Love, I can't turn away from this and I'm sorry. Love, I can't create. Soflty tearing silver holes through the charcoal sky, Droplets longing to leave life. As their destination is met their color is consumed, Silently lost, as we must weep. Love, I can't turn away from this, I'm so sorry. Love I can't create. Through the cracks its crawling, Trying to deceive its demise. Through the cracks keep crawling, Cloaked in silence, A we must weep...as we must weep. AFI-Weight of Words